"You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?"- Captain Jack Sparrow, Pirates of the Caribbean
Chapter 9
Kagura sat, leaning in the small cave near the top of one of the perilous mountains, watching the mirror in Kanna's hands.
What's that Naraku up to, sending Kohaku to be a monk? She thought.
The mirror shifted, changed its reflection from Kagura's brooding face to a small boy, who sat meditating underneath a large tree.
If Kohaku had had his eyes open, others would have noticed them go from blank to seeing, his pupils coming in and out of existence.
It the outside world, he appeared to be meditating, but he was actually exploring.
Due to his training, he could feel the blankness of his memories more exactly now.
For instance, he knew that he was good at his scythe, knew he had worked hard at training, but could not remember learning it.
He knew that he was a demon slayer, not a ninja, but he couldn't remember learning about it.
He knew that he should know all about the desperate face that made up the only memory he had.
But he didn't.
Kohaku let the picture of the unknown woman fill his mind, examining it with scrutiny.
He noticed that their outfits were very similar, if not the same.
He saw that they had exactly the same colour eyes, and style face.
He saw the way her face was set, through the desperate, horrified tears.
And he saw the understanding, the knowledge, in her eyes that he both longed for, and repelled.
Kohaku began feeling around the blank wall that sealed off his memories, even the ones that he felt that he didn't want to remember.
Anything was better then the nothingness that he felt.
He worked his way along, watching for chinks, blemishes, anything that he could get his hands on.
A single sweat droplet ran down his brow.
He looked back at the picture, and tried to find his way through the picture of the woman's face, how it had managed to slip through.
And then-Oh!
There was a crack, right where the picture had slipped through!
Kohaku pushed against it, shoved against it, but it wouldn't move.
He rammed against it with all his strength.
'Kohaku!'
The child jumped about two feet into the air, automatically reaching for his hidden scythe at his back.
'Come on boy, or we'll be late!'
Kohaku recognized the voice as the priest, and stood up, turning to face him.
He bowed slightly.
'Sorry. Coming,' he said quickly, taking note on his surroundings.
The sun was indeed almost touching the horizon, where he could have sworn it was still mid-afternoon.
'I wish to discuss with the headman about something, I would like you to come along.' The priest said.
Kohaku nodded, getting up stiffly.
The two ambled over to the small castle, and after gaining an entrance, went straight to the lord.
He took one look at Kohaku and banished him from the room, giving him permission to wander the castle.
The boy nodded once, then exited, taking careful mental notes so he didn't get lost.
Elsewhere, Kagura was officially bored.
Well, she had been officially bored since mid-afternoon, obviously nothing was happening with Kohaku.
She was so bored that she was debating on whether she should try to tick off Kanna, or else get her to at least show some sort of emotion.
The girl always just had those blank eyes, blank face, blank everything to a point of creepiness, to even Kagura herself.
Naraku, when mad, would undoubtably break something, or someone, usually whoever got him mad.
Sesshomaru would kill whoever got in his way.
Kohaku would go even more blank then usual, or make some sort of noise.
But Kanna?
Kagura mentally shrugged.
Kohaku had found his way back outside, and aws heading to the shrine at the entrance, but quickly dashed behind one of its pillars.
He stuck his head around the corner, to see the odd group that included that woman walking out.
'I'm sorry, Sango,' the other girl was saying, 'We will get your brother, Kohaku, back.'
So that means, Kohaku thought, that that woman, Sango, is my sister?
Kohaku eased back, in the direction of the hut he was staying at.
My sister Sango... Kohaku thought, trying out the thought.
That explained the way that they two looked the same, and had the same battle outfit.
And then it felt like the wall's crack that held his memories was sucking u[ he new piece of information, but it was too big, and plugged the crack up.
The group, including Sango, were well out of sight, he sank to the ground, what appeared to be meditating, but it was worse then that.
An incredible pain was spreading from his shoulder, quickly covering his entire body.
Kohaku sat, keeping his mouth shut.
The wall was cracking, but with each crack, the pain expanded, overshadowing everything else.
'Ku ku ku.' Naraku smiled evilly.
